![]() ![]() ![]() The prose feels brutally honest, offering no set-up before catapulting the reader into the everyday horrors of a Nazi concentration camp. It’s astounding in its clarity and starkness, its focus on women and their experiences in the camps, including prostitution and pregnancy. I learned about Liana Millu’s Smoke Over Birkenau through Twitter, likely from Dorian, then wondered why I hadn’t heard of it before. ![]() Here’s a sampling of what I read, organized in a way it certainly wasn’t while reading. But when I’m not reading about it, I like the wild variety of contemporary fiction, part escape-hatch, part mood-lifter. Īs both the granddaughter of a Holocaust survivor and a writer working on a memoir about my grandma, literacy, and the legacy of the Holocaust, I read a lot about the topic. My reading can be fairly evenly split into two categories: Holocaust-y and not. Käthe Kollwitz, Frontal Self-Portrait, 1922 – 23 ![]()
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